Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.